
Anime Idol Auditions
二次元选秀大会
- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 300k Words
- Genre
- Fanfiction
- Subgenre
- Anime Fanfiction
- Updated
- 6y ago
- Source
- Faloo
Synopsis
All-time: Reads, Flowers.
126Chapters
2.6MReads
17.8kFlowers
10.0Score
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Reader comments 50
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Amnesia and weak feelings all rolled into one body are poisonous.
There's something wrong with the character setting of the protagonist. He longs for someone to treat him sincerely, interact as equals, and has true love. Can't Luo Hao do it? Given the status gap, it is impossible to expect everyone in the world to reveal their true feelings. If you are an adult, you will understand, let alone a sixty or seventy-year-old Godslayer. It feels like you are just pretending to be a slap in the face.
In the fandom area, it seems that many Hedgehog authors have come to Feilu.
Who is the sun god Yandi? Is there such a god?
Let's meet Shijie and Gurifia
Come on, author, some people criticize you, which proves that some people read it. You can do it according to your own ideas. It is impossible to please every reader. Now I will give you flowers every day to show my support!
I don't like the God Killer using his powers and reading the spirit for a long time. I don't know how many times I've been fucked to death in that time.
One update a day, author, who else do you expect to subscribe?
The protagonist's sense of existence is too low, and it's quite speechless to deliberately conceal his identity. They are all elders from different dimensions gathered together, so there is no need for the protagonist to deliberately conceal it, right?
One update a day, you are writing about barrenness